Граф Монте-Крісто

The Vendetta.

           ‘Hewasaforeigner?’‘AnItalian,fromtheneighborhoodofMantua,Ibelieve.’‘Letmeseethisdiamondagain,’repliedthejeweller;‘thefirsttimeyouareoftenmistakenastothevalueofastone.’Caderoussetookfromhispocketasmallcaseofblackshagreen,opened,andgaveittothejeweller.Atthesightofthediamond,whichwasaslargeasahazel-nut,LaCarconte’seyessparkledwithcupidity."

           "Andwhatdidyouthinkofthisfinestory,eavesdropper?"saidMonteCristo;"didyoucreditit?"

           "Yes,yourexcellency.IdidnotlookonCaderousseasabadman,andIthoughthimincapableofcommittingacrime,orevenatheft."

           "Thatdidmorehonortoyourheartthantoyourexperience,M.Bertuccio.HadyouknownthisEdmondDantes,ofwhomtheyspoke?"

           "No,yourexcellency,Ihadneverheardofhimbefore,andneverbutonceafterwards,andthatwasfromtheAbbeBusonihimself,whenIsawhimintheprisonatNimes."

           "Goon."

           "Thejewellertookthering,anddrawingfromhispocketapairofsteelpliersandasmallsetofcopperscales,hetookthestoneoutofitssetting,andweigheditcarefully.‘Iwillgiveyou45,000,’saidhe,‘butnotasoumore;besides,asthatistheexactvalueofthestone,Ibroughtjustthatsumwithme.’‘Oh,that’snomatter,’repliedCaderousse,‘Iwillgobackwithyoutofetchtheother5,000francs.

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